Picket Fence (Bad Romantic Cut)

You say I'm a queen, ought to wait on my king

Keep waiting and do anything it takes.

But, I know I'm no angel, but a honky-tonk angel.

Now what kind of wife does that make?

Well that fairy tale dream of a family and a ring,

hell you'd think that I'd have one by now.

But I'm all alone, just a woman on her own,

writing songs with no baby, no vow.

Well I don't want to kiss a frog to meet my prince,

eat a poison apple or have seven miniature friends.

Well I just want to sing along, well to these ole country songs

and kick down that picket fence.

I'm all the woman I'm ever going to be.

Singing songs and breaking hearts and chasing dreams.

Well I don't want no city boy in a long white limousine.

Just a good-timing man in some faded blue jeans.

Don't want to kiss a frog to meet my prince,

eat a poison apple or have seven miniature friends.

No, I just want to sing along to these ole country songs

and kick down that picket fence.